Author's Note: I'm back again, yet with another pointless oneshot! All in good time will they start slowly adding up… All in good time my dear Sasquatch. Anyway, I have no epic news right now, so let's get started with the chapter! Whoo-hoo!
Word: Angels
Time/Setting: Around late 3rd season, early 4th. Setting shall be revealed…
Disclaimer: iCarly no own I.
~~Third Person POV~~
It was that time of month again. No, not that time of month. Too awkward… It was that time of month where the charity, called Angels of Seattle, held their scheduled meeting at the Seattle Civic Center.
Now the meetings every month were always so boring, with no one interesting there to pick up the pace. Every meeting, they always discussed the underprivileged children (which was basically the only subject they worked in), daily gossip about celebrities (if there was any…), and exotic recipes. They needed something, someone who could spice up their humdrum lives. And not just by adding paprika to the Mexican stew they were discussing in April.
Harrison, the leader of Angels (who, interestingly enough, also happened to be the most boring), watched everyone chatter about the latest French pastries.
"Have you heard about the new caviar crème brulee? I thought it would be disgusting, but maybe I'm wrong," he heard one of the chattiest associates, Jenna, whisper to Shirley. Harrison rolled his eyes.
"I don't know, maybe we could organize another food drive for the children?" another volunteer, Patsy was talking to a new member. Now, a major headache was creeping its way up to Harrison.
"Have you heard about the webshows on SplashFace? One of them is iCarly; my daughter watches it, and I have to say it is quite hilarious!" Teresa was now changing the subject in Jenna's conversation, leaving Harrison to groan and clutch his head, obviously thinking this was not the way he would have liked the Angels to turn out.
"STOP! STOP, STOP, STOP!" Harrison had enough, and cried out. "This is what we do every meeting! Can we ever actually discuss something other than recipes, webshows and underprivileged children?"
The rest of the group thought for a moment, but none seemed to have an inspiration hit. However, the quietest member of the group, Charlotte, slowly raised her hand, face turning redder with every inch the hand was lifted.
"What if we bring someone interesting here? Someone that could change our whole point of view about everything?" She quietly asked, but then changed it, seeing the look of disbelief on her coworker's faces. "Or maybe bring someone different here until we have to kick them out? Just to shake things up a bit?"
The others started murmuring, most agreeing with what she was saying, but a few were a little unsure. One was snoring, leaning back in his seat.
"That's actually not a bad idea, um…what's your name again?" Harrison sheepishly asked.
"Charlotte, sir. I've been with this program for four years."
"Oh, yes, right! I knew that! Just refreshing my memory! Now, does anyone have any ideas for who we should bring in?" Harrison clapped his hands together, sweeping his eyes over the group, until Teresa snapped her fingers, shouting "I got something!"
"Yes, Teresa what is it?"
"Let's bring in Snooki, from Jersey Shore! She would definitely shake things up around here!"
Everyone stared at her, thinking it was a joke, even though the look on Teresa's face was pure seriousness.
"No, Teresa, I don't think that would be a good idea at all. You need to stop watching those reality shows!" Harrison advised.
"Okay, well I had another idea in case that one wouldn't work!" Teresa happily popped up again, perking everyone else up, too, as they had no ideas of their own. She stayed quiet, a big grin on her face as she looked around at everyone's expecting ones.
"Well?" Harrison asked, impatient.
"Oh, yeah. You know that webshow I've been watching? iCarly?" Everyone nodded. Teresa had shown them all a video at least once. "Well the kids are too young to be a part of this program, so I was thinking why don't we get their parents to join?"
Harrison seemed a little unsure, and Teresa knew the problems, so she quickly began spitting out solutions. "I know we already had Spencer here, and he was a little too…spazzy, but he was really good with the kids, remember? That shook us up a bit for a month!" The room nodded, making sounds of agreement.
"And yes, we already had Mrs. Benson here too, and she got kicked out. But we could give her another chance. People change over four years! I'm sure she doesn't buy cloudblock anymore!" Another nod of agreement from the crowd. Teresa continued.
"Ms. Puckett may seem violet and intimidating, but I'm sure under that hard shell and walls she has to protect herself, there is a caring, loving person hidden deep inside. So what do you say, gang? Are you ready to give this a try?" She ended her speech, waiting for a loud cheer or some group hug. What she got instead was a bunch of agreement murmurs spread throughout the room. Good enough for her.
"Nice work, Teresa!" Harrison complimented, seeming a bit surprised. "For your reward for coming up with such a fabulous idea, I'm leaving you in charge of contacting all the parents and convincing them to join!"
"Thank you, Mr. Harrison!" Teresa proudly smiled, before realizing her mistake. "Wait, what? I'm-what-wait-"
"Alright gang! Meeting over! Emergency meeting next week same time, same location, thanks to Teresa!" Harrison concluded, hitting his gavel on the table, as if that made things more official.
The Angels of Seattle cluttered out of the room, leaving an awed Teresa, and a very large stack of phone books.
"Alright, let's start with Spencer; I'm sure he won't mind." Teresa glanced at the phonebook, pointed out a number, and began calling.
Spencer picked up on the first ring. "Hello? Is this my confirmation of my package of thirty pounds of goat cheese?" He asked frantically.
Teresa, confused, answered, "No, this is-"
"I'm sorry, but I have to leave this line open. I have a very important call waiting for me, so I'm just going to hang up now."
"NO WAIT!" Teresa screamed, desperate.
Spencer, on the other side of the line, stuck his finger in his ear; sure his eardrum had some kind of liquid coming out of it when it burst. "Alright, what?"
"I'm from the Angels of Seattle; would you like to become a member?"
"Yeah, yeah, sure, just put me on the list, then contact me when the first meeting is."
"Oh great, now what is-"
"Okay, gotta go now, thanks for calling bye!" Right before she heard the dial tone, there was a whooshing noise and a scream. Maybe she didn't even need the others to spice things up a bit.
"Next number, Marissa Benson," Teresa quietly murmured to herself, before finding the right number once again. She dialed, and the phone didn't even ring once before Marissa picked up.
"Who are you and why don't I recognize your number?" she yelled, a panic risen in her tone.
"It's okay, Marissa, I just-"
"How do you know my name? Wait a minute, are you from the International Scissors Club? I told Freddie to stay away from that!" Now it sounded like she was just talking to herself.
"No, Marissa. This is just Teresa McGovern from the Angels of Seattle charity group."
"Oh, okay," Marissa's tone turned from fear, to happiness, then to confusion. "I thought you kicked me out."
"We did," Teresa explained, pausing before hearing Marissa's hurt whimper, "But, we would like you to rejoin our group!"
"Wh-why?" Marissa stammered.
"Because...the past is the past and we figure we should give all kicked out members another chance. Meaning you. It has been four years!"
Marissa was silent for a moment, leaving Teresa to check the phone to make sure we were still connected. The longer she went without speaking, the harder Teresa's head was starting to throb. If her plan didn't work out, she thought, Harrison was going to throw a fit, "banishing" her from all group activities for a month. Finally, she heard Marissa's shrill voice.
"Alright. I do love helping out the underprivileged children!" Marissa accepted, before adding, "But I must bring my first aid kit, just in case of any accidents."
"Sure, sure," Teresa thought nothing of it. In fact, she barely thought at all. "The first meeting is after our welcome party, since we are inviting a few new members as well."
"Oh, well, when is the welcome party?"
"Next Saturday, at the Seattle Ballroom Fine Dining and Banquet Center. Will you be able to make it?" Teresa questioned, keeping her fingers crossed.
"Well, I will have to cancel my mother-son puzzle making class, which Freddie-bear really needed. He's been acting so…rushed to get out of the house lately. I don't understand. Anyway, yes I think Freddie will understand."
"Great! See you then, at six o' clock! Goodbye Marissa!" Teresa hung up, rolling her eyes at Mrs. Benson's overprotectiveness, and letting out a large puff of air, before realizing she had one last phone call to make.
Ms. Puckett.
The throbbing in her head returned.
Unlike the first two phone calls Teresa had made, Pam Puckett only answered the phone call on probably the four or fifth ring, almost when the answering machine picked up.
"What?" Mrs. Puckett barked, sounding exactly like her daughter Sam, only a slight bit older.
"Hello, Pam," Teresa greeted, about to say more before she got cut off (again).
"You aren't from the Seattle Police Department, are you? About last Wednesday, I really didn't mean to-"
"No, Pam. This is Teresa McGovern from the Angels of Seattle charity group," I explained, sighing.
"Oh. Well what do you want?" Pam yelled again.
"We are offering you this exclusive invitation to become a member of the Angels of Seattle. Do you accept?" Teresa asked, palms sweating.
"Are there any guys in your little charity pack?" Pam asked snootily.
"Yes…" Teresa answered, not sure where this was leading.
"Then yes, I will join!" Pam responded, sounding excited. "What's up first?"
"Um, there's this welcome party next Saturday night at the Seattle Ballroom Fine Dining and Banquet Center. Six o' clock. Do you think you'll be able to make it?" Teresa said, a little confused at Pam's sudden happiness.
"I don't have to worry about Melanie; she's still at her boarding school," Pam muttered to herself, unaware that Teresa could hear everything. "Or Sam, since she's been gone every night this week, out by five. I guess she's taking after her dear old mom."
Teresa was listening closely, since she was a major iCarly fan, though her coworkers didn't need to know that fact. It was normal for Sam to be gone from the house most of the time, but not to the point where even her insane mother questioned it. Teresa was curious.
"Yeah, I can come," Pam replied, now sounding bored.
"Great!" Teresa shouted, now finally able to exhale. "And don't forget to dress nice."
"Yeah, yeah. I gotta go now…"
"Goodbye!" Teresa hung up and clutched the phone, grinning like a mad man. The first part of her plan had succeeded, and that was all she needed. At least for one night.
~~Next Saturday night, at the Ballroom; Third Person POV~~
Teresa had gracefully strolled into the event, ready to make her appearance, but more importantly, to make sure everything went well with the senior iCarlyies. She was hoping to have a bit of fun as well, dressed in her wide strapped, mint green sleek gown, feeling absolutely perfect.
Harrison strolled over to her, obviously having too much to drink. The smell of alcohol reeked on his breath. "Teresa!" he slurred, "Great party you're having! Great party! Where's Pam? I heard that she likes to dance…We could do the tango!" Harrison shouted, collapsing to his knees.
Teresa gasped, then thought better of it, and lifted Harrison back onto his feet before leading him to a supply closet nearby. She didn't want anyone seeing him like this at her perfect event, so to make sure he didn't get out, she tied a bundle of ropes around him, but left his mouth uncovered so he could have some way to breath. Harrison wasn't a very good nose breather, unfortunately.
"Stay here," she whispered. "And stay quiet. You don't want Pam to think you're a loudmouth, do you?" He shook his head multiple times, like a wet dog, before she quickly walked away, silently shutting the door behind her.
Mrs. Benson was the first to arrive, looking…interesting in a wide tank, knee-length purple dress that had various pockets: on the collar, the skirt, the torso, practically everywhere. Teresa walked up to her, confident and smooth, and greeted her.
"Hello, Teresa," Marissa greeted with a stiff smile.
"That is quite a…special…dress you're wearing tonight." Teresa complimented.
"Thank you. I keep all my first aid equipment in the pockets. I can't help but be safe."
"That's…right. Why don't you sit down at your table? It's for new members only." She led Marissa to the elegant round table that had a fancy centerpiece sitting on top.
"Why thank you," Marissa said. "Who are the others?"
"Oh you'll meet them soon," Teresa glanced around, looking for the other two quirky parents (or in Spencer's case, guardian), before turning back to Marissa with a sweet smile. "Don't worry. Dinner will be served after they arrive."
With that, Teresa strode away, spotting Spencer across the room on the dance floor, where most of the people there were just slightly swaying to the music, chatting animatedly with each other. Spencer, however, was quite noticeable, dancing some weird dance move and wearing a glow in the dark, light up tie.
"Hello, Spencer!" Teresa waved. "That's a beautiful tie you're wearing!"
Spencer stopped abruptly, turning all serious and professional, smiling as he straightened said tie before responding. "Why thank you," he chuckled. "And how are you on this fine evening?"
"Quite well, thank you," Teresa replied, before motioning to his table. "Would you like to sit down? The new members table is right over here."
"Yes, indeed."
When they got to the table and Spencer sat down, he seemed to recognize the person across the table, who was currently digging through her stomach pocket. Spencer's eyes were wide open in horror, and Teresa quickly moved away before she had to see any awkwardness. After about five minutes of browsing around, she spotted Ms. Puckett near the front door, putting her hand on some guy's arm in an attempt to flirt.
"Pam! Pam!" Teresa shouted, waving her arm around. Pam seemed to notice her and groaned, turning away from the random guy.
"I was right in the middle of something!" she complained, pointing back to the man behind her.
"Never mind that. Let's get you to the new members table. They are going to start serving dinner any minute."
"Alright. Free food? How can I resist?" They quickly headed over to the table where Mrs. Benson and Spencer were talking with each other, seeming to be confused.
"Pam?" Spencer shrieked.
"Marissa?" Pam yelled.
"Spencer?" Marissa shouted.
"Marissa?" Spencer screamed.
"Pam?" Marissa bellowed.
"Spencer?" Pam called out.
"TERESA!" Teresa cheered, before realizing the awkward silence she just created, then slowly backed away, leaving the trio to discuss. Pam sat down, about to begin the conversation.
"So how did you two yahoos get in?" she snarked.
"We were invited," the others answered simultaneously, leaving Pam stunned.
"I was too!" Pam didn't think before saying the next thing. "I think this is a set up."
"What do you mean?" Marissa asked. But Spencer got it, if only a little bit.
"I think I know what she means. Think of this Mrs. Benson. You're Freddie's mom, she's Sam's mom, and I'm Carly's guardian. This has to do something with iCarly!"
"Wow, Spencer," Marissa seemed impressed. "That was actually…smart."
"I have my moments," Spencer gleamed, proud of himself.
"Speaking of iCarly, have any of your kids been acting strangely? Freddie has been running out of the house every night, not even touching his fish loaf," Marissa wondered.
"Okay, first of all, Carly is not my kid. She is my sister. That's just weird," Spencer shuddered. "But, no Carly isn't rushing out of the house or anything. She seems normal right now, and-"
"Oh yeah!" Pam interrupted. "Sam's been acting a little strange too. I don't usually notice, but she's at home at least three times a week, in the evening. I haven't really seen her much all week. Who knows? Maybe she's turning into her mother."
"That's weird…" Spencer commented, eager to get back into the conversation. "What's even more weird is that Sam usually comes over every evening to watch Girly Cow with Carly. Freddie too. I've only seen them twice this week at that time."
"Hmmm…Where do you think they are?" Marissa began to worry.
"Probably out at the Groovy Smoothie or something. Maybe Sam made a bet with Freddie and he has to buy her everything she wants," Spencer suggested, taking a sip of the water that was just placed upon the table.
"Or maybe they're out clubbing every night at the Seattle Dance Club and Casino," Pam thought out loud, earning strange stares from the other two. "Maybe…"
The three of them went into their own thoughts, expressions different on every face. Pam's was amused, Marissa's was horrified, and Spencer's was…well Spencer, let's just say. None of them knew that they were all wrong.
Back at the Bushwell Plaza apartments, out on the seventh floor fire escape, a couple was passionately kissing, the girl's hands around the boy's neck, and the boy's across the girl's back. The blonde pulled back for a moment, pausing to ask a question to the brunette.
"This is just to get our hormones relieved right?" she had to make sure. After all, they said they had absolutely no feelings for each other. Freddie, the brunette, touched his lips gently to the blonde's smooth neck, earning a moan as he delightfully sucked on the skin at the point.
He moved up a bit, nose dragging across her neck and face, inhaling her sweet natural scent, kissing the sensitive spot underneath her ear and pecking her earlobe before responding. "Exactly. And no one will ever know."
Freddie brushed his lips on the corner of her mouth slightly, as the blonde sighed, not being able to take it anymore, pulled his mouth back on to hers, resuming their battle to one-up each other; just not in the usual way.
After all, the best things Freddie and Sam do are kept secret.
Author's Note: Wow that one was really long wasn't it! No wonder it took me an extra day! Sorry about that! To make up for it, I'm thinking about writing more of my other story iAm Not Predicable. Hope you enjoyed this one, as it was not the word "Angels" as you expected it! And the Angels of Seattle is a real group (in the world of iCarly, anyway)! It was somehow pulled from my mind from the episode iEnrage Gibby. I think the ukulele made me think of it! Now the A's are all done! Whoo hoo! RANDOM TIME REAL QUICK! It's a double rainbow! What does it mean? Bye!